Big Girl is our verbal child.
We decided to teach her how to play Scrabble this past weekend.
We've probably created a monster, and we have no one to blame but ourselves.
But we had a great time, and have a fantastic memory from our Sunday afternoon game:
As we'd play, she'd ask, "Is there a word with [pick your letters]?"
"Big Girl, it is not good strategy to tell everyone which tiles are on your rack."
She was itching to play her Z and plopped down ADZE.
"Big Girl, that is not a word. Why are you wasting your turn?"
"Fine, I'll take off the E. There. ADZ."
[again, we tried to get her to rethink]
"No, I think that's a word. I've read it somewhere. You'll have to challenge me."
So, her daddy did just that and guess what?
And she got the triple letter.
I guess reading the dictionary pays off!